[Log] Week 8, Day 3 || An Unexpected Ally
Who: Mello [searedsuccessor], Matt [mightstealyrcar], Beyond Birthday [ls_rueflection]
Status: Closed, Complete
Style: Third-person present, prose
Where: Kusasato
When: Week 8, day 3
Rating: PG13 for now.
Warnings: Probably just language. Will add warnings if necessary.
It’s better to walk silently. Better to let Beyond play his little game of cat and mouse- let him think there’s a game, when there’s nothing at all- let the asshole keep himself occupied with trying to track without being noticed. Because there is only so much pointless jabbering Mello can take, and if there is one thing that B delivers, it’s that.
And if Beyond really thinks that Mello is unaware that he’s being so blatantly followed, well-
It would be enough to make him question the intelligence of the first generation.
Vision straight ahead as he walks, because these “residents” have a horrible habit of staring, of poking and prodding and doing every possible thing in their power to get on his nerves, until he’s ready to snap. And truth be told, they unnerve Mello a bit, to the point where he’s going with No Contact is the Best Contact.
Again, the humidity is kicking his ass, and Mello maybe wishes for lighter clothes, because there’s no one here to impress, and he really isn’t one for gazing at his own reflection in a fucking stream. Not for that long, anyway.
And then he’s among houses, houses that he knows he can’t get into, and the collection of stamp-heads has thickened. They’re eyeing him oddly, cupping hands over the sides of their mouths to whisper shit to each other; it makes him more aware of himself than he should feel at the moment, and all Mello can think is, Well, at least I’m not walking around with fucking chalk on my face.
He almost wants to turn, to see how they’re reacting to B. Almost.
It isn’t hard to pick Matt out of a line-up. Maybe this is for the best, he thinks as he makes his way over; pushing by obnoxious villagers and stepping over random dips strewn along the ground, here and there. One more person on his side, one more person to make sure that L gets out of here alive, or at least stays well while he’s here.
B and Yagami are fucked, as far as he’s concerned.
Status: Closed, Complete
Style: Third-person present, prose
Where: Kusasato
When: Week 8, day 3
Rating: PG13 for now.
Warnings: Probably just language. Will add warnings if necessary.
It’s better to walk silently. Better to let Beyond play his little game of cat and mouse- let him think there’s a game, when there’s nothing at all- let the asshole keep himself occupied with trying to track without being noticed. Because there is only so much pointless jabbering Mello can take, and if there is one thing that B delivers, it’s that.
And if Beyond really thinks that Mello is unaware that he’s being so blatantly followed, well-
It would be enough to make him question the intelligence of the first generation.
Vision straight ahead as he walks, because these “residents” have a horrible habit of staring, of poking and prodding and doing every possible thing in their power to get on his nerves, until he’s ready to snap. And truth be told, they unnerve Mello a bit, to the point where he’s going with No Contact is the Best Contact.
Again, the humidity is kicking his ass, and Mello maybe wishes for lighter clothes, because there’s no one here to impress, and he really isn’t one for gazing at his own reflection in a fucking stream. Not for that long, anyway.
And then he’s among houses, houses that he knows he can’t get into, and the collection of stamp-heads has thickened. They’re eyeing him oddly, cupping hands over the sides of their mouths to whisper shit to each other; it makes him more aware of himself than he should feel at the moment, and all Mello can think is, Well, at least I’m not walking around with fucking chalk on my face.
He almost wants to turn, to see how they’re reacting to B. Almost.
It isn’t hard to pick Matt out of a line-up. Maybe this is for the best, he thinks as he makes his way over; pushing by obnoxious villagers and stepping over random dips strewn along the ground, here and there. One more person on his side, one more person to make sure that L gets out of here alive, or at least stays well while he’s here.
B and Yagami are fucked, as far as he’s concerned.